Lost Creek Hollow D.O.L.L.H.O.U.S.E

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 Right after he had walked into his new home, he made it a priority to hunt something. After a  few nights of sleep, he got up and went outside. The ground was wet from the rain that fell. It was perfect for hunting, his scent would be covered by the smells of fresh rain.

 He sniffed around for awhile. He looked like a bloodhound, nose on the ground and barely looking up. If it were someone else, they would have went in the caches. He was different. He'd rather provide than take.

 He walked on, nose still glued to the ground and eyes contempt. This was proving to be a tedious task because of the heavy scent of water.